| Wrinkles 2002 - 2008 |
Helen & Wrinkles' Story
Hi Everyone. My name is Helen Bavin and I’m a 16 year old agility junior handler and dog lover. Thank you
for visiting Wrinkles’ webpage. This page is made for a special reason. On September 4, I found out that
Wrinkles may have a tumor in his left front leg. He’s been limping for about a month and we weren't sure
what it was. When we got x-rays of his leg the vet told us he had to send us to a specialist because it was
beyond what he could diagnose. At this point, as of September 5, we need to do a biopsy surgery next week
to find out whether it really is a tumor or not. The best case scenario, which we have been told is very
unlikely, is that it is a bone cyst, something they could take care of pretty easily. Though my family and I are
hoping for that, we are also prepared to take action if it is a tumor. This webpage has been started with the
help of my friend Helen King. The first surgery, just to find out what it is, is costing us $1400. As a junior
handler, I have always paid Wrinkles’ agility entry fees, food and vet bills. Though my parents support
Wrinkles and me in everything we've ventured to do, they don’t have the money to help pay for it all. The
economy is going down and they are real estate agents and business isn't very good which is why I’m
asking for help. This has come as a big shock and is something that is beyond my capability to pay for. I
sent out some emails and have already received multiple people offering to donate some money. I
appreciate every one of you who has decided to help us out in this tough situation.
I rescued Wrinkles when he was a 3 month old puppy. He was my first dog, the dog that I've been wanting
since I was 4 years old. When I finally got him at age 11, he was my dream come true. We started doing
some agility in my backyard with pieces of wood and PVC. It was something I started playing around with
before I even knew it was a real sport. When I found out we could compete in it, I prepared him for our first
NADAC trial in February of 2006. At almost 4 years old, Wrinkles was running out there having the best
time. Every month since then, he’s been improving, speed and drive. We've never taken classes and I love
every day that I drag some jumps and a tunnel to the park to train with him. Though the chances of him ever
running again with me are very small, all I want is for him to be healthy and live a happy long life. Through the
two years of competing, Wrinkles has earned his AX and AXJ in AKC as an ILPed Lab. To this day he has
4 QQ’s and 43 MACh points. He is also in the Elite levels of NADAC. Everything I've accomplished with my
dog is something I’ll never forget. Every run, every trial means the world to me.
At this point I’m hoping to raise enough money for Wrinkles’ first surgery as well as any future treatments he
will need. I can’t imagine life without this dog and am not ready to lose him at only 6 years old. Once again,
thank you to everyone who is able to donate something or forward an email out to their agility friends. The
past few days I've learned that the agility community is so much greater and more loving than I ever realized.
Thank you to everyone. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers, and I’ll keep everyone posted.
Helen Bavin & Wrinkles
Helen & Wrinkles You Tube Videos
Hi Everyone. My name is Helen Bavin and I’m a 16 year old agility junior handler and dog lover. Thank you
for visiting Wrinkles’ webpage. This page is made for a special reason. On September 4, I found out that
Wrinkles may have a tumor in his left front leg. He’s been limping for about a month and we weren't sure
what it was. When we got x-rays of his leg the vet told us he had to send us to a specialist because it was
beyond what he could diagnose. At this point, as of September 5, we need to do a biopsy surgery next week
to find out whether it really is a tumor or not. The best case scenario, which we have been told is very
unlikely, is that it is a bone cyst, something they could take care of pretty easily. Though my family and I are
hoping for that, we are also prepared to take action if it is a tumor. This webpage has been started with the
help of my friend Helen King. The first surgery, just to find out what it is, is costing us $1400. As a junior
handler, I have always paid Wrinkles’ agility entry fees, food and vet bills. Though my parents support
Wrinkles and me in everything we've ventured to do, they don’t have the money to help pay for it all. The
economy is going down and they are real estate agents and business isn't very good which is why I’m
asking for help. This has come as a big shock and is something that is beyond my capability to pay for. I
sent out some emails and have already received multiple people offering to donate some money. I
appreciate every one of you who has decided to help us out in this tough situation.
I rescued Wrinkles when he was a 3 month old puppy. He was my first dog, the dog that I've been wanting
since I was 4 years old. When I finally got him at age 11, he was my dream come true. We started doing
some agility in my backyard with pieces of wood and PVC. It was something I started playing around with
before I even knew it was a real sport. When I found out we could compete in it, I prepared him for our first
NADAC trial in February of 2006. At almost 4 years old, Wrinkles was running out there having the best
time. Every month since then, he’s been improving, speed and drive. We've never taken classes and I love
every day that I drag some jumps and a tunnel to the park to train with him. Though the chances of him ever
running again with me are very small, all I want is for him to be healthy and live a happy long life. Through the
two years of competing, Wrinkles has earned his AX and AXJ in AKC as an ILPed Lab. To this day he has
4 QQ’s and 43 MACh points. He is also in the Elite levels of NADAC. Everything I've accomplished with my
dog is something I’ll never forget. Every run, every trial means the world to me.
At this point I’m hoping to raise enough money for Wrinkles’ first surgery as well as any future treatments he
will need. I can’t imagine life without this dog and am not ready to lose him at only 6 years old. Once again,
thank you to everyone who is able to donate something or forward an email out to their agility friends. The
past few days I've learned that the agility community is so much greater and more loving than I ever realized.
Thank you to everyone. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers, and I’ll keep everyone posted.
Helen Bavin & Wrinkles
Helen & Wrinkles You Tube Videos
The agility community is made up of wonderfully generous people.
Thank you all so much for your incredible donations to help Helen Bavin and
her great dog Wrinkles. Unfortunately, his cancer was too wide spread for
surgery or chemo or alternative drugs to help. Here is Helen's account.
September 15, 2008:
I lost my best friend today. It was the first night that I took my plate and scrapped the leftover mashed potatoes
and beef into the trashcan. I’m used to just sticking it on the wood floor and having this big yellow lab with a
ridge on his back lick it clean. This big yellow Lab’s name was Wrinkles.
For the last two months I suffered watching him slowly gain a limp on his front left leg. At first thinking it
was just a sprain, I nudged it off hoping it would heal on its own. When it didn’t, we took him to the vet for x-
rays. I cried on my way home after dropping him off to get his x-rays done. I got teary-eyed when I came back
that afternoon to look at the x-rays. And I a tear fell down my cheek as the vet told me it might be bone cancer.
As we continued the long process of taking him to a specialist, I held on to the hope of it being a bone
cyst, something that could be easily removed and taken care of. I held on to a miracle. That miracle may not
have come with the diagnosed osteosarcoma being a cyst, but it did come with a community of loving people
coming together to help an agility junior handler out.
When I drove to the specialist on a Thursday afternoon, Wrinkles was in the back seat. With the x-rays in
the passenger seat, I prayed that Dr. Lenehan would give me better news than the vet had. I filled out the
paperwork in the waiting room with Wrinkles by my side. When he called us in, my heart pounded with
nervousness. I sat in the examination room for about 10 minutes, holding back tears. It was easy to let those
tears out when Dr. Lenehan told me that the only way to find out a diagnosis was to go through a biopsy, a
painful procedure consisting of drilling a hole in Wrinkles’ bone to pull out tissue that would be sent to a lab.
My biggest worry at the time was the $1400 it would cost to prove that my baby Wrinkles didn’t have
osteosarcoma and that he would be okay.
That afternoon I came home fully in tears. I told my mom the news and didn’t get a chance to say much as
I had to jump back in the car to drive to a babysitting job. In the car, I turned the A/C way up hoping the cool air
would take away the redness of my eyes. I knew that if anyone asked any questions, there would be no
stopping the tears.
I was successfully able to baby-sit four kids with Wrinkles on the back of my mind and the second I got in
the car, I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer.
I came home to something that I expected. My parents told me that we didn’t have the money to go
through with this procedure. I knew they couldn’t add any more expenses because at this point they couldn’t
even pay our existing expenses. I couldn’t blame them, but yet the anger inside of me rose up as I found
myself in a yelling match with my parents. I was so upset, frustrated and mad that I didn’t even think about how
they must have been feeling: hopeless.
One thing that I learned in life with the help of Wrinkles was to never give up. The gears in my head
started shifting and I started thinking really hard. It didn’t take long for me to think about all the “agility people”
in the area that would be willing to donate a little bit of their money to help a junior handler out. Little did I
know, this little bit would turn into a downpour of love, donations and pure giving.
I sent out an email that night. As I cried and typed, I had this feeling that everything was going to work out
somehow. I knew God wouldn’t make me let go of a dog without knowing the real results and I knew that
somehow, if I trusted Him, it would all come together.
As I clicked “send” on the screen, I attempted to start my homework at 8:45 p.m. I sat at the dining room
table as my head began to spin and my stomach turned. I tried to make it up the stairs to my room, the thought
of my bed in my head, but before I even reached the staircase, I hurried into the downstairs bathroom. I knelt
at the toilet and began to throw up. My mom stood in the doorway as she watched me upset myself so much
to a point where I couldn’t even keep my dinner down. When I was finally done, she helped me to my room
and gave me an Advil PM, the only reason I slept through that night, with Wrinkles on my bed.
I woke up that morning to an email from a good friend of mine, Helen King. She suggested that I make a
PayPal account online to make it easier on people to transfer their money towards, what later became known
as, “The Wrinkles Fund.” I skipped first period that morning to try and study for the tests I never studied for and
to respond to about 10 emails that came. The next few days I got really fast at typing my home address for
people that wanted to snail mail a check. Later that afternoon, when I came back from school, I set up a
PayPal account online and by the end of the night, had more money than I ever imagined. It still wasn’t enough
for the surgery, but it was definitely a big start.
As I began to receive emails, they continued to circulate throughout the United States. I found myself
responding to people that I didn’t even know and reading about how they went through some kind of health
problem with their dog. By the end of the weekend, magically, my family had enough money to schedule
Wrinkles’ biopsy.
I keep thinking about how easy it seemed. But it was only easy because the people that donated were so
loving and so willing that they jumped at an opportunity to help my family out. I still can’t thank them enough for
the miracle they helped provide and the joy they brought to my parents’ hearts as they say their youngest kid
taken care of by multiple people they didn’t even know.
We scheduled the biopsy for that Wednesday. My mom and I dropped Wrinkles’ off at 7:30 a.m. that
morning. I held back tears and couldn’t help but feel nervous the entire day at school. It was at 2:00 that
afternoon when I checked my voicemail and heard one of the vet technicians tell me that the surgery was
successful and Wrinkles was waking up okay. We would be able to pick him up that evening and bring him
home for the night.
I drove up the specialist and stood in an exam room as a vet technician showed me 5 bottles of pills and
gave me a schedule for when to give them to him. She handed me a folder with instructions and as I signed a
release form, she went to get Wrinkles.
She brought him out with a blue and yellow cast on his leg. Of course the first thing I thought of was how a
lot of contact equipment is painted blue and contact zones are almost always yellow. I took his leash and she
helped me bring him out to the car.
It’s hard to say, but the dog I brought home looked like Wrinkles, but he wasn’t the same happy dog that
sat in the back seat of the car wagging his tail and panting. He had blank stare on his face and even his pretty
little green eyes didn’t have much life in them. Though I know it was the effect the surgery had on him, it was
hard to watch the dog that I raised since he was 10 weeks old so hopeless and simply, sad.
Those next two days were tough. Feeding him 3 pills, 3 times a day, watching to make sure that he didn’t
walk around too much and cleaning up after he peed in the house, something he never, ever did. The pain
was just too much for him to get up and walk out in the backyard to go to the bathroom.
I insisted that he sleep in my room that night. Because he couldn’t walk upstairs, my dad and I lifted up
both sides of his bed and carried this 60 pound dog like a king up the stairs and to my room. I read my AP
Biology book and took the notes as he slowly whimpered and stared at me, so helpless.
I thought those two days were tough, but nothing compared to the Friday afternoon I came home from
school and my mom told me the specialist called. I asked he what he said and she told me that Dr. Lenehan’s
words were: “It’s bad.” When I asked how bad, she told me that we had two options. One was to amputate his
leg and do chemotherapy to possibly give Wrinkles 6 more months and the other was obviously to put him
down. His case of osteosarcoma was so bad that the cancer was already spreading throughout his body. My
family and I talked everything through and even though it was really hard to even think about, we knew it was
best to put him out of his suffering. His daily whining was proof enough to show that the pain he was going
through was too much for him to handle, not to mention that it was too much for me to handle. I knew that
putting him through another surgery and multiple vet visits wasn’t going to be a happy life for him. I knew that
he deserved more than keeping him alive just to trick myself into thinking that he would be okay. And I knew
that everything was going to end the same way. Six months or six days, I would lose my dog and the thought
of that as I looked at him every morning was too much for me to bear.
I assumed we might be able to pull off a few more weeks with him, but that Sunday night I knew it was
time to let go. I knew I gave him the best life a dog could ask for and I knew that him developing cancer was
no one’s fault. There was nothing that would cure him and it was time for me to let go and try and move
forward.
My parents and I took him to the same vet that completed the x-rays. My parents sat in the front as I sat in
the backseat holding Wrinkles’ head in my lap for the last time. With a cast on his leg, he bravely walked
across the parking lot and into the waiting room. I didn’t care to hold back tears anymore; I knew it was okay
to cry. The amount of tears I had cried in the past few weeks were more than I probably had in the past year.
Wrinkles was a consistency for me since I was 10 years old. He brought me joy and comfort whenever I
needed it and he gave me kisses whenever I asked. He was my best friend, my agility partner and my family
member.
As he lay there on the table with my dad holding his head and me hugging his stomach, the vet slid the
needle into his right front wrist. Wrinkles breathed heavy for a few breaths and then was gone. I felt his body
go limp and as I walked out of that veterinary hospital that day, I held a leash and a collar with no dog
attached.
I’m sure a lot of people would agree that a 16-year-old girl should never have to go through that with her 6-
year-old dog, but there are no regrets. I knew there was nothing I could do for Wrinkles anymore and I know he
served his purpose in my life. That dog has taught me more lessons than I can probably learn in my lifetime
and I will never forget him.
There will be days where I just want to hold him again and stroke his fur, but I have to remind myself that
he is out of pain and fully happy with no worries in the world. Those will be the days where I am so angry about
the fact that he had to die at only six years old. Those will be the days when I question why something so great
had to be taken away from someone that gave him so much. But those will also be the days I will think back
on all the things I’ve accomplished with Wrinkles in his six years and have peace in the fact that I gave him the
best life a dog could ask for.
Helen Bavin
blondeybaby13@hotmail.com
Thank you all so much for your incredible donations to help Helen Bavin and
her great dog Wrinkles. Unfortunately, his cancer was too wide spread for
surgery or chemo or alternative drugs to help. Here is Helen's account.
September 15, 2008:
I lost my best friend today. It was the first night that I took my plate and scrapped the leftover mashed potatoes
and beef into the trashcan. I’m used to just sticking it on the wood floor and having this big yellow lab with a
ridge on his back lick it clean. This big yellow Lab’s name was Wrinkles.
For the last two months I suffered watching him slowly gain a limp on his front left leg. At first thinking it
was just a sprain, I nudged it off hoping it would heal on its own. When it didn’t, we took him to the vet for x-
rays. I cried on my way home after dropping him off to get his x-rays done. I got teary-eyed when I came back
that afternoon to look at the x-rays. And I a tear fell down my cheek as the vet told me it might be bone cancer.
As we continued the long process of taking him to a specialist, I held on to the hope of it being a bone
cyst, something that could be easily removed and taken care of. I held on to a miracle. That miracle may not
have come with the diagnosed osteosarcoma being a cyst, but it did come with a community of loving people
coming together to help an agility junior handler out.
When I drove to the specialist on a Thursday afternoon, Wrinkles was in the back seat. With the x-rays in
the passenger seat, I prayed that Dr. Lenehan would give me better news than the vet had. I filled out the
paperwork in the waiting room with Wrinkles by my side. When he called us in, my heart pounded with
nervousness. I sat in the examination room for about 10 minutes, holding back tears. It was easy to let those
tears out when Dr. Lenehan told me that the only way to find out a diagnosis was to go through a biopsy, a
painful procedure consisting of drilling a hole in Wrinkles’ bone to pull out tissue that would be sent to a lab.
My biggest worry at the time was the $1400 it would cost to prove that my baby Wrinkles didn’t have
osteosarcoma and that he would be okay.
That afternoon I came home fully in tears. I told my mom the news and didn’t get a chance to say much as
I had to jump back in the car to drive to a babysitting job. In the car, I turned the A/C way up hoping the cool air
would take away the redness of my eyes. I knew that if anyone asked any questions, there would be no
stopping the tears.
I was successfully able to baby-sit four kids with Wrinkles on the back of my mind and the second I got in
the car, I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer.
I came home to something that I expected. My parents told me that we didn’t have the money to go
through with this procedure. I knew they couldn’t add any more expenses because at this point they couldn’t
even pay our existing expenses. I couldn’t blame them, but yet the anger inside of me rose up as I found
myself in a yelling match with my parents. I was so upset, frustrated and mad that I didn’t even think about how
they must have been feeling: hopeless.
One thing that I learned in life with the help of Wrinkles was to never give up. The gears in my head
started shifting and I started thinking really hard. It didn’t take long for me to think about all the “agility people”
in the area that would be willing to donate a little bit of their money to help a junior handler out. Little did I
know, this little bit would turn into a downpour of love, donations and pure giving.
I sent out an email that night. As I cried and typed, I had this feeling that everything was going to work out
somehow. I knew God wouldn’t make me let go of a dog without knowing the real results and I knew that
somehow, if I trusted Him, it would all come together.
As I clicked “send” on the screen, I attempted to start my homework at 8:45 p.m. I sat at the dining room
table as my head began to spin and my stomach turned. I tried to make it up the stairs to my room, the thought
of my bed in my head, but before I even reached the staircase, I hurried into the downstairs bathroom. I knelt
at the toilet and began to throw up. My mom stood in the doorway as she watched me upset myself so much
to a point where I couldn’t even keep my dinner down. When I was finally done, she helped me to my room
and gave me an Advil PM, the only reason I slept through that night, with Wrinkles on my bed.
I woke up that morning to an email from a good friend of mine, Helen King. She suggested that I make a
PayPal account online to make it easier on people to transfer their money towards, what later became known
as, “The Wrinkles Fund.” I skipped first period that morning to try and study for the tests I never studied for and
to respond to about 10 emails that came. The next few days I got really fast at typing my home address for
people that wanted to snail mail a check. Later that afternoon, when I came back from school, I set up a
PayPal account online and by the end of the night, had more money than I ever imagined. It still wasn’t enough
for the surgery, but it was definitely a big start.
As I began to receive emails, they continued to circulate throughout the United States. I found myself
responding to people that I didn’t even know and reading about how they went through some kind of health
problem with their dog. By the end of the weekend, magically, my family had enough money to schedule
Wrinkles’ biopsy.
I keep thinking about how easy it seemed. But it was only easy because the people that donated were so
loving and so willing that they jumped at an opportunity to help my family out. I still can’t thank them enough for
the miracle they helped provide and the joy they brought to my parents’ hearts as they say their youngest kid
taken care of by multiple people they didn’t even know.
We scheduled the biopsy for that Wednesday. My mom and I dropped Wrinkles’ off at 7:30 a.m. that
morning. I held back tears and couldn’t help but feel nervous the entire day at school. It was at 2:00 that
afternoon when I checked my voicemail and heard one of the vet technicians tell me that the surgery was
successful and Wrinkles was waking up okay. We would be able to pick him up that evening and bring him
home for the night.
I drove up the specialist and stood in an exam room as a vet technician showed me 5 bottles of pills and
gave me a schedule for when to give them to him. She handed me a folder with instructions and as I signed a
release form, she went to get Wrinkles.
She brought him out with a blue and yellow cast on his leg. Of course the first thing I thought of was how a
lot of contact equipment is painted blue and contact zones are almost always yellow. I took his leash and she
helped me bring him out to the car.
It’s hard to say, but the dog I brought home looked like Wrinkles, but he wasn’t the same happy dog that
sat in the back seat of the car wagging his tail and panting. He had blank stare on his face and even his pretty
little green eyes didn’t have much life in them. Though I know it was the effect the surgery had on him, it was
hard to watch the dog that I raised since he was 10 weeks old so hopeless and simply, sad.
Those next two days were tough. Feeding him 3 pills, 3 times a day, watching to make sure that he didn’t
walk around too much and cleaning up after he peed in the house, something he never, ever did. The pain
was just too much for him to get up and walk out in the backyard to go to the bathroom.
I insisted that he sleep in my room that night. Because he couldn’t walk upstairs, my dad and I lifted up
both sides of his bed and carried this 60 pound dog like a king up the stairs and to my room. I read my AP
Biology book and took the notes as he slowly whimpered and stared at me, so helpless.
I thought those two days were tough, but nothing compared to the Friday afternoon I came home from
school and my mom told me the specialist called. I asked he what he said and she told me that Dr. Lenehan’s
words were: “It’s bad.” When I asked how bad, she told me that we had two options. One was to amputate his
leg and do chemotherapy to possibly give Wrinkles 6 more months and the other was obviously to put him
down. His case of osteosarcoma was so bad that the cancer was already spreading throughout his body. My
family and I talked everything through and even though it was really hard to even think about, we knew it was
best to put him out of his suffering. His daily whining was proof enough to show that the pain he was going
through was too much for him to handle, not to mention that it was too much for me to handle. I knew that
putting him through another surgery and multiple vet visits wasn’t going to be a happy life for him. I knew that
he deserved more than keeping him alive just to trick myself into thinking that he would be okay. And I knew
that everything was going to end the same way. Six months or six days, I would lose my dog and the thought
of that as I looked at him every morning was too much for me to bear.
I assumed we might be able to pull off a few more weeks with him, but that Sunday night I knew it was
time to let go. I knew I gave him the best life a dog could ask for and I knew that him developing cancer was
no one’s fault. There was nothing that would cure him and it was time for me to let go and try and move
forward.
My parents and I took him to the same vet that completed the x-rays. My parents sat in the front as I sat in
the backseat holding Wrinkles’ head in my lap for the last time. With a cast on his leg, he bravely walked
across the parking lot and into the waiting room. I didn’t care to hold back tears anymore; I knew it was okay
to cry. The amount of tears I had cried in the past few weeks were more than I probably had in the past year.
Wrinkles was a consistency for me since I was 10 years old. He brought me joy and comfort whenever I
needed it and he gave me kisses whenever I asked. He was my best friend, my agility partner and my family
member.
As he lay there on the table with my dad holding his head and me hugging his stomach, the vet slid the
needle into his right front wrist. Wrinkles breathed heavy for a few breaths and then was gone. I felt his body
go limp and as I walked out of that veterinary hospital that day, I held a leash and a collar with no dog
attached.
I’m sure a lot of people would agree that a 16-year-old girl should never have to go through that with her 6-
year-old dog, but there are no regrets. I knew there was nothing I could do for Wrinkles anymore and I know he
served his purpose in my life. That dog has taught me more lessons than I can probably learn in my lifetime
and I will never forget him.
There will be days where I just want to hold him again and stroke his fur, but I have to remind myself that
he is out of pain and fully happy with no worries in the world. Those will be the days where I am so angry about
the fact that he had to die at only six years old. Those will be the days when I question why something so great
had to be taken away from someone that gave him so much. But those will also be the days I will think back
on all the things I’ve accomplished with Wrinkles in his six years and have peace in the fact that I gave him the
best life a dog could ask for.
Helen Bavin
blondeybaby13@hotmail.com
Click here to see the very special bond between Helen & Wrinkles
This is a great tribute Helen made to Wrinkles
This is a great tribute Helen made to Wrinkles
| The Reports |
September 6, 2008:
In just the past 48 hours I have received tons of emails sharing kind words, stories or offering to donate. I
really appreciate everything everyone has done. My mom did a garage sale this morning to also help out
with the bills and my friend Shelly and I are thinking about doing a dog wash next weekend to pay for any
money still needed. From how things are going so far, I will be able to schedule Wrinkles' appointment for
the biopsy next Wednesday. There are still holes to be filled, but I thank you all so much for everything you've
accomplished so far. Depending on what the biopsy shows, we will still be needing money for future
treatment. Thank you for everything you've all done, please continue to forward emails to friends. The
agility/dog community has proven to be a great one. As a junior handler I definitely look up to all of you who
have been helping and supporting me and just hope that one day I can help a junior in need as much as you
all have been helping me.
Thanks Helen!
Helen Junior and Wrinkles
In just the past 48 hours I have received tons of emails sharing kind words, stories or offering to donate. I
really appreciate everything everyone has done. My mom did a garage sale this morning to also help out
with the bills and my friend Shelly and I are thinking about doing a dog wash next weekend to pay for any
money still needed. From how things are going so far, I will be able to schedule Wrinkles' appointment for
the biopsy next Wednesday. There are still holes to be filled, but I thank you all so much for everything you've
accomplished so far. Depending on what the biopsy shows, we will still be needing money for future
treatment. Thank you for everything you've all done, please continue to forward emails to friends. The
agility/dog community has proven to be a great one. As a junior handler I definitely look up to all of you who
have been helping and supporting me and just hope that one day I can help a junior in need as much as you
all have been helping me.
Thanks Helen!
Helen Junior and Wrinkles
September 10,2008:
Hey everyone. Just letting you know that Wrinkles' biopsy was done today. He is at home and doing pretty good. The
surgery went well and hopefully we'll know by Monday what the results are. It's tough because he can't walk very well
so we have to help him around everywhere. He'll be on heavy meds for 2 weeks, but he's happy to be home.
Getting donations has been a total success! After paying $1417 for the biopsy, we have received over $1000 extra
with all the checks we received in the mail today. I can't even begin to thank you for all the help everyone has given
us. This makes me feel comfortable that whatever the doctor recommends next, we already have a chunk of it. My
mom and I are planning to do another garage sale as well as maybe a dog wash with my friend next weekend. Every
one has helped us get this all started and I don't even know how to tell you how much we appreciate it. Thanks for all
the help and any help anyone might be able to provide in the future. I'll keep you updated on what the results show.
My parents want to also thank you, they are amazed at how awesome the agility/dog community is and how you've
been able to get us through this, its amazing.
Helen and Wrinkles
Sept. 12, 2008:
Unfortunately we got Wrinkles' results today. It is the worst case and is a tumor. He has osteosarcoma, a bone
cancer, which means that the cancer has already spread throughout his body and there isn't much we can do. I'm
typing this in tears knowing that all of you guys helped out so much and I can't believe that it ended up as the worst
case. This dog has been everything to me and I love him so much and I want to thank all of you for the donations and
support, I couldn't have done this without you. At least with the biopsy we now know what it is for sure. I can't really
even think too much about when we plan to do what we need to, but we'll probably at least have a few more weeks,
maybe months with him depending on how his situation is, though I would never keep him going if he is in too much
pain.
Thank you again for everything, it's been amazing to see how everyone was able to come together and help. Though
it didn't end up the way we wanted, this is an amazing story to tell.
I know I've given Wrinkles the best life possible and he knows that I love him.
Thank you again for everything, I can't even tell you how much I appreciate your help.
Helen Bavin
Hey everyone. Just letting you know that Wrinkles' biopsy was done today. He is at home and doing pretty good. The
surgery went well and hopefully we'll know by Monday what the results are. It's tough because he can't walk very well
so we have to help him around everywhere. He'll be on heavy meds for 2 weeks, but he's happy to be home.
Getting donations has been a total success! After paying $1417 for the biopsy, we have received over $1000 extra
with all the checks we received in the mail today. I can't even begin to thank you for all the help everyone has given
us. This makes me feel comfortable that whatever the doctor recommends next, we already have a chunk of it. My
mom and I are planning to do another garage sale as well as maybe a dog wash with my friend next weekend. Every
one has helped us get this all started and I don't even know how to tell you how much we appreciate it. Thanks for all
the help and any help anyone might be able to provide in the future. I'll keep you updated on what the results show.
My parents want to also thank you, they are amazed at how awesome the agility/dog community is and how you've
been able to get us through this, its amazing.
Helen and Wrinkles
Sept. 12, 2008:
Unfortunately we got Wrinkles' results today. It is the worst case and is a tumor. He has osteosarcoma, a bone
cancer, which means that the cancer has already spread throughout his body and there isn't much we can do. I'm
typing this in tears knowing that all of you guys helped out so much and I can't believe that it ended up as the worst
case. This dog has been everything to me and I love him so much and I want to thank all of you for the donations and
support, I couldn't have done this without you. At least with the biopsy we now know what it is for sure. I can't really
even think too much about when we plan to do what we need to, but we'll probably at least have a few more weeks,
maybe months with him depending on how his situation is, though I would never keep him going if he is in too much
pain.
Thank you again for everything, it's been amazing to see how everyone was able to come together and help. Though
it didn't end up the way we wanted, this is an amazing story to tell.
I know I've given Wrinkles the best life possible and he knows that I love him.
Thank you again for everything, I can't even tell you how much I appreciate your help.
Helen Bavin
